FPD and I have always been cognizant about personal fitness, him more so with all his marathon training. I am a reluctant runner. I do it to spend time with him and so that I don’t weight 450 lbs. My problem is in the way I eat. I feel awful about it. I am a total caffeine junkie. I drink coffee and diet soda all day. I also love me some fast food. The other night, when we found out that we had indeed been granted an expedite for Poppy’s adoption, I had FPD make a run to Arby’s to celebrate. At 10pm, I ate curly fries and a roast beef sandwich.
I need some accountability. Someone to shame me for eating all those curly fries. And sadly, it can’t be FPD, because he opens his mouth to question my eating choices and I have this overwhelming urge to punch him. In fact, I’ve told him several times that if he opens his mouth to speak again about the curly fries, I WILL punch him. I’ve actually said it out loud. Sad.
So, this week, I begin working with a personal trainer. I chose a virtual trainer to fit my insane lifestyle, and I think she is someone who might understand my plight with all these children. I’ll be working with One Fit Widow. This is stepping WAY out of my comfort zone. The commitment, the change… the lack of curly fries, well, it’s going to be hard.
It’s my hope that I will become a healthier mom, not a skinner mom, but a mom with more energy that isn’t fueled by caffeine. I want to do this for my kids. I want to be the mom who can run, play, swim, jump and do all the things they love to do for many, many years to come. So far, it’s going well. I could barely lift my arms over my head to shampoo my hair this morning, but other then that, it’s all good.
–FullPlateMom, who misses the curly fries a little already.